His feet ached as he walked down the endless cobblestone road, one which he had been walking for a year and seven days. The tired towns around him not to shut eyed enough to let him in. Their cold isolating stares kept him from getting close.
He dared not go in and be stuck in the town of cats*.
No cars on the road, just the occasional adventurer riding a horse, casting heated stares of furry at him. This of course was due to the fact that he was half monster, and always wore certificate to prove of him so. This kept him safe from the people who thought he was a full monster.
Sometimes as the boredom progressed to a certain point he'd walk on the tips of his feet from one stone to another; though his feet ached and he almost fell apart due to the pain, he would never allow himself to be bored. That was a feeling he dreaded even worse than pain.
It pooled in your stomach and dripped as slow as in I.V. It made one think about the most dreadfully boring things, if anything at all.